Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.